A Second Chance With My Billionaire Love

Chapter 1811-1820

Waylen smoothed Rena’s hair.

He murmured, “If things don’t work out between them, we can just let Cecilia be on her own. we’re family and we’ll always be there for her.”

Rena closed her eyes.

After a brief pause, she opened her eyes and expressed her unease.

“Waylen… I can’t shake this feeling that something might happen tonight. Stay awake with me, just in case.”

Waylen paid heed to her warning.

They lay on the bed and talked intimately, sharing the private moments of a loving couple.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the house, Cecilia cradled Edwin in her arms.

Throughout the night, Cecilia remained wide awake, her anticipation of the impending childbirth keeping sleep at bay.

Her hand tenderly cradled her swelling belly, feeling the gentle movements within.

In just two weeks, their little one would come into the world, yet she hadn’t picked a name for her baby.

In the dim light of the room, Edwin’s voice broke through the silence as he murmured “daddy” in his sleep.

Cecilia touched her son’s face gently, and her heart ached for the little boy… She longed to explain everything to him, yet she could not figure out how.

A sudden sharp pain pierced her lower abdomen, causing her to gasp.

Suddenly, the sheets beneath her were damp.

Her water had broken.

In the midst of her agony, Cecilia found it difficult to utter a word. Clutching her belly, she doubled over, the pain relentless.

Edwin roused from his slumber, witnessed his mother’s distress, her forehead glistening with sweat.

Edwin realized his sister was about to be born.

He hurriedly darted out of his bed, rushing to knock urgently on the door of the neighboring room.

“Uncle Waylen, mommy is going to have a baby!” Edwin exclaimed.

Waylen, in the middle of a conversation with Rena, didn’t hesitate.

He swiftly threw off the quilt and rushed to the opposite room, preceding even a coat.

Rena urgently trailed after Waylen.

As expected, Cecilia was indeed going into labor earlier than anticipated.

Waylen swiftly grabbed a down jacket and gently draped it over Cecilia. With a calm demeanor, he turned to Rena.

“I’ll carry her downstairs. Go wake up Mom and Dad. Make sure someone stays at home to look after the children and the rest of us will take Cecilia to the hospital now.”

Rena nodded, her eyes filled with concern for her sister-in-law.

Two minutes later, the lights in the Fowler’s house flickered to life.

On the first day of the new year, the Fowlers were on the way to welcome a new member into the family.

Waylen was behind the wheel, his focus steady on the road, while Korbyn provided directions.

Rena held Cecilia in her arms. While Edwin, who had insisted on accompanying them, sat next to Rena.

Cecilia broke out in a cold sweat because of the pain.

She was sweating profusely. Clutching onto Rena’s waist, she called out Rena’s name, her voice strained, as if she were speaking in her sleep.

Rena tenderly rubbed Cecilia’s belly, offering soothing words.

“You’ll be fine as soon as you arrive at the hospital.”

Upfront, Waylen’s grip on the steering wheel was firm, his attention solely on the road.

The snowy night made the journey treacherous; every turn had to be navigated with extreme caution. Hence, he didn’t allow his attention to wander elsewhere.

He drove himself, deeply concerned for both his sister’s and the baby’s safety, unwilling to leave anything to chance.

Half an hour later, the black Bentley came to a halt at the hospital, and a team of medical staff swiftly approached, rolling a stretcher toward them. Cecilia was gently transferred onto it and rushed straight to the delivery room.

In the grip of pain, Cecilia was in a daze, her mind clouded.

In her delirium, she muttered a name that still held her heart captive.

Mark.

Waylen was taken aback.

He tenderly leaned down and kissed his sister’s forehead and whispered in a hoarse voice, “I’ll call him, Cecilia.”

“No. Don’t do that.”

Cecilia, amidst her pain, shook her head weakly.

Sweat streamed down Cecilia’s forehead, and embarrassment tinged her face. Tears welled up in her eyes as she pleaded, “Waylen, please don’t call him.”

Waylen’s eyes were heavy.

He held his sister’s hand and nodded, “Okay. I won’t call Mark.”

The walls of the delivery room were totally white. There were also a pair of bright incandescent lamps in the ceiling above.

Cecilia was in excruciating pain.

But she bit down on her lip and looked up at the lights.

Tears streamed down the corner of her eyes, each tear reflecting the gleam of the light.

“Mark. Mark…”

She murmured the name over and over in her heart. It was not that she didn’t want to hear his voice or hear him call her name, but she was just scared.

She was afraid that if Waylen called him, the call would be answered by someone else, instead of Mark himself.

Cecilia missed him very much, and she also hated him very much.

She said to him in her mind, “Mark. I really hate you, you know.

Do you know Edwin has been missing you?

Do you have any idea how happy I was when I came to you and waited for you to accompany me to my antenatal appointment the other day?

Of course you don’t know.

You know nothing.”

Cecilia was feeling throbbing pain, making her feel so dizzy that she didn’t even have the strength to miss and hate Mark anymore. With the series of contractions she was experiencing, it was clear that the child couldn’t wait to come into the world.

Before long, a sharp cry could be heard coming from the delivery room.

This was the first day of the new year, and the Fowler family had just welcomed a new member.

born at

was the one who picked the

there was a simple building with windows

anyone here would feel comfortable drinking a cup of hot cocoa in a warm house while looking

room all year round, no matter how

the window, looking outside. His thin stature

almost given up on

had lived two months longer than the doctor

standing behind him with a glass of water

take the medicine,” Peter reminded him in a low

he had not heard

snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is the New Year’s Day. It must be very

when he heard

said, “Yes, during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs. Evans would cook

also her favorite food,” Mark

this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena and ask about Cecilia and the

this, he began to

stopped and shook his

had thought about calling her, but he never did. It seemed it was better if he

I better not call

didn’t have to give Cecilia

sad to hear this. Nevertheless, he stepped forward and handed him

“Please take your medicine.

I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies.

him and

bed, and a nurse came in to

done, Mark looked sideways at

weaker and weaker until he finally

fall asleep nowadays. This time, he had a dream and

hospital where Rena gave birth to Alexis. He dreamed that he was still strong and

almost given

Mark was still alive. He had lived two months longer than the

standing behind him with a glass of water and medicine

time for you to take the medicine,” Peter reminded him

like he

there staring at the snow outside. After a while, he murmured, “Today is

when he heard

during this time of the year, the Evans Gardon would always be beautifully decorated, and Mrs.

favorite food,”

this. But after a moment of silence, he cautiously suggested, “How about you call Rena

heard this, he began to fumble in his pocket for his

then, he stopped and shook

but he never did. It seemed it was better if

call her,” he said to

didn’t have to give Cecilia

Nevertheless, he stepped

“Please take your medicine.

go to bed. I’ll buy you some pumpkin pies. You can have a taste when

took the medicines from him and swallowed

bed, and a nurse came in to help

done, Mark looked sideways at the

got weaker and weaker

fall asleep nowadays. This

He dreamed that he was still strong and that Cecilia was still

much like that

look at him secretly for a while and call him “Uncle Mark” when

this Cecilia in his

and gently stroked his face, saying, “Mark, I don’t blame you

point,

walls of the hospital room were white, just like

gently closed

felt he needed to have more

over his body. He felt

had probably gone to buy

foreign nurse

wanted to return home. He missed his

those wisteria flowers in the Evans Gardon, the food Zoey cooked, and the apartment

knew he couldn’t change anything

would never give up as long as he was

hate him, even if he wouldn’t survive and have

to stay strong

was finding it difficult to go back to

up on the bed and started to make paper planes. He knew how

when he grew up. The plane would

go there because he missed

silly boy. Mark’s pale fingers trembled as he thought

Peter came back to the

run into a snowstorm on his

The pumpkin pies are still warm,” he

he saw the paper planes Mark

planes and

of your pumpkin

only actually took a Little

was not more than a

his mouth, he put down the

his eyes and looked

want to go back home and have a

Angela’s Library

Peter cheerfully assured him. But he could see that Mark

ask him about it, Mark’s

around 4

looked at the caller ID. For a long time,

misses you,” Peter urged

into

boy,”

the phone. It was an international call, so the signal was

voice sounded a little

heard him when he said, “Cecilia gave birth to

had given birth to a girl that had

which Mark held the phone trembled so

a brief silence, Waylen said, “Mark, Edwin misses you so

Mark closed his eyes.

“Rena will take a flight to come see you next week. I’ll

“Okay,” Mark said softly.

“Mark, no

knew that except for the emotional entanglement with Cecilia, Mark was a

sacrificed too much in the first half of his life. He didn’t

sniffed and

of the call, he never even dared to ask

all along, was eager to hear what had been discussed since all he’d heard were the one or two words that Mark

“What happened?” he asked.

edge of the bed in silence. After a while, he looked up at Peter and said, “Cecilia has given birth to

hear this and he did a fist

he said

first day of the new year. And Olivia is a very

began to stroke one of the paper planes

to fly back home to

Angela’s Library

glance would be

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